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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.