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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.