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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.