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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.