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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.