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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.