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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
PIL,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.