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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.