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 Kosovo 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Infiniti 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.