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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.