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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.