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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.