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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.