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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Visage,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.