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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.