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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
cv313,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.