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 Syria and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.