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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Gong,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.