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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.