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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.