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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.