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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Magma,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.