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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.