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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.