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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.