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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crime to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.