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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.