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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 a marimba and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.