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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.