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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Q65,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.