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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.