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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.