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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.