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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.