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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.