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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore 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 rock 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 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
June Days,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.