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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.