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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.