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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
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Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Franke,
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.