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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
UT,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
ABC,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.