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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Television,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.