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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.