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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Main Source,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.