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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.