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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Deakin,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.