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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.