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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.