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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.