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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Television,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.