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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.