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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.