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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.