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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.