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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.