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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.