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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.