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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.