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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.