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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 rhodes and an organ 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.