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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.