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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.