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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.