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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.