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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.