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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.