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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.