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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.