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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Index,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.