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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Brick,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.