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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.