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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide 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 Slave 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.