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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.