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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
EPMD,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.