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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.