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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.