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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.