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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.