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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Television,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.