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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.