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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.