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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.