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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.