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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.