Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.