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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Grauzone,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Suicide,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.