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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.