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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.