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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Wings,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.