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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.