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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.