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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
The Cure,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.