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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.