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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.