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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Slave,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
UT,
Rakim,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.