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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.