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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.