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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.