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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.