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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.