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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
MC5,
Pylon,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.