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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
MDC,
June Days,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.