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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.