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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.