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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Scion,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.