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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.