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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.