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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
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.