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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.