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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Can to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
David McCallum,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.