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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Magma,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.