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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.