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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.