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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.