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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.