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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.