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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.