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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.