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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Pole,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
PIL,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.