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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.