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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.