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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.