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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.