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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.