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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.