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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.