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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Pole,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.