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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Deakin,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.