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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.