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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.