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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.