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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.