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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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?
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.