Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.

All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

The Victims, Accadde A, Peter & Gordon, Tears for Fears, Yusef Lateef, The Offenders, The Slackers, Gang Gang Dance, Marcia Griffiths, The Fire Engines, Von Mondo, Dennis Brown, Davy DMX, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Anthony Braxton, Model 500, It's A Beautiful Day, Anakelly, Au Pairs, The Sound, The Names, Tres Demented, Rekid, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Busters, Delon & Dalcan, Mark Hollis, Nirvana, Kas Product, Black Sheep, Shoche, X-101, Ituana, Curtis Mayfield, Wally Richardson, Todd Terry, a-ha, Jesper Dahlbäck, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Cure, Robert Hood, Icehouse, The Mummies, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Peter and Kerry, Marc Almond, Delta 5, 48th St. Collective, Ornette Coleman, Eddi Front, Andrew Hill, Jandek, Ponytail, Bang On A Can, Fort Wilson Riot, Josef K, Ultravox, X-102, Junior Murvin, Infiniti, Altered Images, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Technova, Gregory Isaacs, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)