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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.