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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Television,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.