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 China and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.