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 Cuba and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 X-Ray Spex 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Index,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Faust,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.