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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.