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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Index,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.