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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.