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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.