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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.