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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.