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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.