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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.