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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.