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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nas to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.