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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.