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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.