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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Technova,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.