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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Order to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.