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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.