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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.