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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Zapp,
JFA,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.