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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Gong,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.