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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.