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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.