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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
X-102,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.