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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.