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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Index,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.