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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.