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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Technova,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.