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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.