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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.