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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.