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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Franke,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.