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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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.