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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 Gladiators to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.