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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Main Source,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.