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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.