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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.