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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.