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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.