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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.