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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.