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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Beau Brummels to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.