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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.