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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.