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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.