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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.