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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Wings,
UT,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.