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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.