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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Main Source,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.