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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.