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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.