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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 rhodes 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.