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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Fear,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.