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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Television,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.