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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.