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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.