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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.