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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.