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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.