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 Suriname 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
MDC,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
10cc,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.