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 Dominica and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.