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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.