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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.