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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Magma,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.