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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.