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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mars to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.