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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.