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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.