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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.