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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.