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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Morten Harket 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.