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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.