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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.