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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Can,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.