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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
John Holt,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.