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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.