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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.