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 China and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.