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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.