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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.