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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.