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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.