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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.