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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Crime,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.