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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.