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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.