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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.