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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.