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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Television,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.