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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
UT,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Human League,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.