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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Inner City,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.