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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.