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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.