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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.