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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Shoche 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.