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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Section 25,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
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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.