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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
The Move,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.