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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.