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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Crime,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.