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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.