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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.