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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Rakim,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.