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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.