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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.