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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
the Swans,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.