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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.