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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.