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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.