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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.