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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Index,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
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.