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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Technova,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.