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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Monks,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.