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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.