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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.