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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Wings,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.