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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
The Move,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.