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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 AZ to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.