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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.