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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.