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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.