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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.