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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.