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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.