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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 snare and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.