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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.