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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.