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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.