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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.