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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.