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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.