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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Wire,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.