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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.