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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Pole,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.