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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Can,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.