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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.