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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.