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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.