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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.