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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
10cc,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.