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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.