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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.