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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Index,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.