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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.