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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.