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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.