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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
the Association,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.