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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 DJ Style 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.