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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.