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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Robert Hood 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.