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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.