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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.