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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.