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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Lakeside,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.