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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Can,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.