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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.