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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.