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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Crime,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.