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 China and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.