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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.