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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
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.