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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Index,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Suicide,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.