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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.