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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Index,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.