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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.