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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.