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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
UT,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Magma,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.