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 Gabon 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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?
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
MC5,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.