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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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.