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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.