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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.