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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Magma,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.