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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.