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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.