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 Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.