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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.