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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
the Swans,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.