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 Estonia and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.