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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
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.