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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.