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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fugs 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.