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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.