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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.