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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.