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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
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.