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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.