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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.