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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.