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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
AZ,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
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.