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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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.