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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.