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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions 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?
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
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.