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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Pole,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.