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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.