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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.