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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Crime,
Swans,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.