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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Lyres,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.