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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
CMW,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.