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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the punk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.