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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.