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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.