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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.