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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
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.