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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.