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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.