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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.