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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.