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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.