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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.