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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.