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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.