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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Wire,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.