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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Crime,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.