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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.