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 St Lucia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Can,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.