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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.