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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.