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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.