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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.