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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Slave,
Unwound,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.