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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.