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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.