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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.