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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.