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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.