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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.