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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the funk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.