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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Swans,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.