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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.