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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Can,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.