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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
MC5,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.