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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.