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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.