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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Crime,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.