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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.