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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.