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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.