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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.