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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.