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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.