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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.