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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.