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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.