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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.