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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.