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 Australia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.