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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Busters,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.