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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Crime,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.