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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.