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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.