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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Inner City,
Pylon,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.