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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.