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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.