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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.