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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.