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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.