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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.