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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.