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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.