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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.