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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.