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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.