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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.