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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.