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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.