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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.