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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.