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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.