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 Turkmenistan 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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.