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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
the Association,
PIL,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.