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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.