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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.