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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.