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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.