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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Television,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.