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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.