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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.