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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
MC5,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.