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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.