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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.