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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.