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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.