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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.