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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.