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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.