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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
the Association,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.