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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.