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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.