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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.