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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Visage,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.