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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Scion,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.