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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.