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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.