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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Franke,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.