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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.