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 Togo and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.