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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.