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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.