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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.