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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
PIL,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.