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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.