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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.