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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.