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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Chrome,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.