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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
X-102,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.