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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 guitar and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.