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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.