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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Gong,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Smog,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.