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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.