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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.