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 Malta 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! 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 grime 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.