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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.