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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
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.