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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.