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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.