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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
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.