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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Slave,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.