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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Darondo,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
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.