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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.