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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.