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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Move,
Television,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.