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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Interpol,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.