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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Last Poets to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Can,
The Remains,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.