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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Sparks,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.