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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.