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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Pole,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.