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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.