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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.