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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.