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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.