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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.