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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.