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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mantronix 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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?
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.