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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.