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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.