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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.