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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.