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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.