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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.