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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.