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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
10cc,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.