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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.