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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.