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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.