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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.