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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.