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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.