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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.