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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.