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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Nico,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.