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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.