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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 an oboe and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.