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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.