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 Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Crime,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.