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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.