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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.