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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.