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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.