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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.