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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.