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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.