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 Swaziland 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Can 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.