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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.