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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
MDC,
Wings,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.