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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.