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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.