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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
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.