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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.