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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.