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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Can,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.