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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.