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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.