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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Organ,
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.