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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.