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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
UT,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.