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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry 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 rock 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 a 808 and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.