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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.