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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
The Saints,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.