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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.